Speaking of books, I finally finished The Lovely Bones (after about 6 months of trying to read it). I’m always a little late on the “popular” books. I like to wait until the hype dies down and I can settle into it after the attention has faded away.
Alice Sebold’s memoir, Lucky, is riveting, moving, terrifying and uplifting all at the same time. The subject matter of this book made it incredibly difficult to get through emotionally, however, I couldn’t stop turning the pages. I was encompassed by her seemingly triumphant yet blatantly torturous climb up from the rubble she was left in after her violent rape.
